intrigued.

-what do you do when you are told two different versions of the same story? with no evidence, which one do you choose to believe? what if both the story-tellers are important to you, both people you love dearly? who's story is true? or maybe the question should be, who do you want to believe?

-so today during a walk up pearl hill, i saw for the first time The new house. it's been on construction for more than a year now, but only recently had the temporary fence been broken down to reveal the beautiful creation within. it looked.. magnificent. a two storey bungalow with a pool, accompanied by a sea-view. what's there not to love? it looked something like my dreamhouse. i'd want in my dreamhouse: four dogs, two cats, an impressive aquarium, mummy, daddy, and i dare i ask more, a husband.

-you know how sometimes you'd have a perfect moment, and you'd be afraid for the next moment to come, because it can't possibly be quite as good as this?
i dont know whether i want more, or whether right now is as good as it can be.

-i'm interested. but i dare not probe. i shall take it as slow as i can this time. no repeating past mistakes.

-15 days to go. i cant deny, i'm uber excited